Camberwell Beauty

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Words by Rupert Acton I saw angels at the top of Taplow, a ghost of Blake’s vision on Peckham Rye, A walk in the park, with Walk in da Park in the headphones, LOUD, South of the river where the cabs don’t go, well out of the way, waiting on Wells Way, it’s well late, […]